Walking through the food court area he couldn't bring himself to decide what to eat, should he have chinese, pizza, mexican... Panicking he decided he'd just walk through the next door he came across and the decision would be made for him.
Sweat started to form on his upper lip and temples and his hands were shaking as he walked up and opened the door, entering without a second glance. Standing there for a moment in the doorway he looked around in shock at the business he had just entered, it wasn't anothing he had ever seen. Before him stood people cosplaying as ponies..cute, colorful, super adorable ponies of all shapes and sizes?
One day, on his lunchbreak, Bob decided to go to the local shopping mall. No matter how bad things got, no matter how depressed his perfectly ordinary life made him, he could always take comfort in the fact that, at the very least, he didn't have to wear a Hot Dog on a Stick uniform.
Making his usual circuit of the food court, Bob couldn't decide what kind of lunch he was in the mood for. Pizza? No. Mongolian barbecue? No. Italian subs? No.
Just then, he thought he saw a sign that said "Brownies" above a store he had never entered before. "Ah, just the thing," Bob thought. "A brownie sure would make my day."
He entered the store. But, to his dawning horror, it wasn't a brownie store at all! No, it was a "Brony" store!
Garishly pink and purple ponies assaulted his sight from every side. His feeble mind couldn't fathom the sort of perverse, macabre rituals in which the quadrupeds were currently engaged.
"Clop clop?" asked one of the abominations. "Clop clop?"
My, this story certainly turned dark in a hurry. Perhaps someone will save Bob from this morass of moral decrepitude?